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Thoughts of a Psychologist
Oh another one!
One more bit
Of angst, of lust.
One more vice
Forced under the microscope
In the name of
Personality,
Splurging
Love's young dream.
But listen, I really am
A head fuck!
I'm middle class -
Look what's happened!
Shopping is my disease,
The boyfriend's gay
And I love cigarettes.
I'm addicted to
Materialistic gain;
The agony and pain
Of loving shoes.
Yes, I heard
Your cries.
Sulking into dawn
When all your
Homework lies
Buried under designer
Guilt trip junk,
Gleaned off the parents.
Waiting for the next coke
Toke,
Blaring thrash metal at the sun.
Wasting my time,
And their money
To indulge your
Hormonal ego
Prostrated here.
Pawning your diamonds
To send Daddy a card
Saying 'more please'.
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| Great poem! In today's world, everyone wants to be able to get sympathy and acclaim for their problems, but to somebody who's seem them all, they're just tiresome. Proof that you don't have to bury everything in metaphor for poetry to be meaningful |
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Sweet! I think this poem is groovy. Hey, give me a societal deviance label anytime! The language you use is incredible and I love your empathy for the poor chum who has to sit on the patient's chair.
Just don't shrinkrap me please! |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-13 02:11
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Yes, yes!!! This one is great. I liked this a lot (GOD!, I wish there was a way not to see others' comments before commmenting---I can't help but look)--regardless of whatever these comments about cynicism are really about, I thought it was a wonderful bit of expression--no holding back, no restraint--I like, I like very much!!
"Splurging
Loveâ??s young dream.
But listen, I really am
A head fuck!
Iâ??m middle class -
Look whatâ??s happened!
Shopping is my disease,
The boyfriendâ??s gay
And I love cigarettes.
Iâ??m addicted to
Materialistic gain;
The agony and pain
Of loving shoes."
I loves these lines! Such pulsing rhythm to this whole piece and much more revealing than the poems I have read of yours in the past. This one will stick with me for a while. I would love to write a song to put behind this (and I will with your permission). Do you write music or collaborate with songwriters? |
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This is a great and well-written piece of social commentary from you, Frances. Dealing with the public on a daily basis, I've often spoken to people just like this!
One of the great things of this poem, for me, was the opening stanza. You slowly but surely draw us into the poem, and swhat is expected from the title, but then you turn this on its head in the second.
Another great poem! |
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Comment by: mickeyp - 2006-04-12 07:29
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| Amazing ride, Frances. You've certainly pummelled something over the head with this poem, actually you've pummelled a number of things: young angst, bourgeois ethics, the creation of madness by the cure for madness. Cynical yes, and I don't usually like cynicism very much in poetry, but damn, this is great. |
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